Motorhead Mama Blog

The other day, my daughter was home “sick” from school. Knowing she was full of it, I did what any good parent would do– dragged her to the pharmacy to buy the world’s worst-tasting medicine. That’ll teach her… In the Rite Aid parking lot, we spot this: I ditch my coughing child and start snapping: Then my kid catches up & probes, “Hey Mom, who do you think drives a car like...

Just in case you’re wondering how ridiculously wonderful it is to live in LA, let me give you a day in the life of yours truly, a self professed Porsche stalker. Now I’m no groupie, not a 911 fanatic and I’ve yet to log any serious time in the loony bin. However, if the opportunity arises, Mama is sure follow the Stuttgart scent. Even if it takes me...

Pope Francis is the real deal. The Pope of the People. He's the guy that lets greedy kids interrup mass. The Pope that took the bus. And just the other day, I saw him perform a Hollywood miracle. It was at the intersection of Beverly and Robertson, a place where, on any given day, you can witness at least half of the deadly sins simutaneously. Thus it seemed only fitting...

Sometimes Hollywood car bling is so overwhelming that those of us longing for automotive independence have no choice but to tone it down. Way down. Way down to the dregs of the LA car hierarchy. Down here, beneath the Volvo station wagons, the silver Priuses and the government issued Chevy Malibus, you’ll find the few, the proud, the brave– The Intentional Rust Buckets. Here’s the process*: 1) Take an older, borderline...

She ain’t pretty. She ain’t fast. And God knows, she’s anything but sexy. But she’s strong, enduring & way, way, way ahead of her time. She’s the AMC Eagle and she’s about done with your dirty looks. Now, if you’re not familiar with the canon of finely tuned, exceptionally designed, American passenger vehicles of the mid 1980s– don’t worry, Mama’s gonna school you. AMC is...

My daughter told me it was real. I figured she was bluffing. It couldn’t be true. But then, I saw it. With my very own eyes. The Topless Maid Van: (Parked in front of my local Target, nonetheless) Now I could get all worked up about women being exploited, men being pigs, etc. Or, I could laugh my ass off. And I chose the latter, thank...